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Where is Cecilia?
Cecilia can hear the question as she comes down the elevator, a pomegranate lemonade cold in a glass. It sends pins and needles to her palm. She probably put too much ice. She always does, for everything. Mace gets bothered when she puts too much ice in his whiskey's, sometimes. He'll mumble some cruel thing under his breath about how she can't remember the simple details that matter most about him. It's fucking whiskey, Lia. Not a damn test. It's three goddamn ice cubes. She then acts like it doesn't hurt her feelings, but it always does. Some things aren't worth fighting back.
She still hasn't gotten very good at that.
Her youngest friend, Leo, is the one asking for her. She was supposed to be down at the lab exactly fourteen minutes ago to watch her three bionic siblings train. Cecilia simply can't do it, watch them. She'd love to, but it could never happen peacefully. She hasn't been able to sit through the training, like ever. She can't sit that long without losing her goddamn mind. She wants to be them so so bad, it stings just a little.
"What!" Cecilia's brows jump, confused. There's already yelling? She's not even in the lab yet? "Well, that's terrible!" She stumbles back a little and gasped as Mr. Davenport books it towards her, phone inches away from his ear. He turns around all too quick with a smile, "I mean, that's awesome!" Then again, he's facing her. "But that's terrible. I gotta do something."
"What's going on? What's so terrible?" Adam's eyes are wide. Cecilia places down her drink, her fingers rubbing into her cold palm as she stalks over to her three friends. She's trying to stop the pin and needles popping under her skin. Wait, where is Chase?
"Well, I created the worlds fastest train, but now it's speeding out of control full of highly explosive nuclonium towards Downtown Welkerville!" Cecilia hums at Mr. Davenport's words. Woah, okay.
Bree raises a brow, "Well, then what was awesome?"
"It's going like four-hundred miles an hour." They all gasp, something full of glee. Cecilia rolls her eyes a little, she just wanted some damn lemonade. "My entire career is riding or perhaps crashing on this train!" He walked over to his desk, nose dug into his computer. "I don't understand it. My design was flawless!"
"So flawless you forgot to include an emergency brake?" Leo shot him a look.
"No," Mr. Davenport sighed gently with a pointed finger at his computer. "I never counted on the conductor dropping his papaya smoothie all over the controls and then jumping off the train."
